Friday, June 27, 2014

Confessions of a closet librarian

A few of you may know I'm actually a qualified librarian, despite never having worked in a library or even having catalogued a single book. We won't go into the whys and wherefores of how this happened here. Suffice it to say, that part of my personality is normally kept locked in a small dark room and allowed out only when the visitors have left for the day.

Now when you combine a frustrated librarian with a historian and a wargamer you create something quite monstrous - a book loving collector of specialist works from the last millennium who will stop at nothing to add to his collection.

That collection is by nature of circumstance composed of works which had a short print run and which were inevitably and invariably consigned to the public library system, there to be thumbed, folded, drawn on and in every way possible (deep breath) abused (oh the humanity!?!) when looked at from the perspective of yours truly.

So when a near pristine copy of THIS --> arrived on my desk this afternoon after what can only be described as the week from hell I promptly omitted a most unmanly squeal of delight and had to sit down for a moment before opening the package.

About Evan

I am a secondary contributor to the C&G blog, a long-time gamer (war-, board- and role-playing), a sporadic painter and modeller, recovering tartan addict, and now a grandfather. My life as a wargamer began over 40 years ago, when I stumbled upon the local library’s Featherstone collection. This was the gateway for any number of associated hobbyesque interests, upon which I now blog from time to time...